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several of the men were circled about them smoking cigarettes and laughing and calling out suck him off and let him put it in your ass, putting their hands down their own pants and staring at Satin touching herself slowly and smiling, while Manny watched as one, two, five, nine cocks flopped out of boxer shorts and between opened pants zippers and the men put their cigarettes to their lips and stroked themselves, laughing, shouting put two fingers in, yeah, that’s it, and open wider bitch, and Satin complied because all she saw was the money lying in piles around her, and she put two more fingers inside, looked up at Manny, licked her lips, and moaned whatever you want, Cap’m. She ignored their yells and closed her eyes so she wouldn’t cry because they had been right, all those kids she had grown up with. They were right when they said she was born be a porn star or something with a name like Satin Sheets. They made fun of her parents for not knowing any better. What kind of dumbass names their daughter Satin Sheets? Sassy. Call me Sassy. Oh, like Sassy Sheets is better. So, here I am. Satin. On my knees being what I was born to be.
    By this point Manny was at full attention, watching the men who were pumping away while others sat atop the dumpster or on overturned kegs sipping their drinks and smoking cigarettes and laughing, all eyes on Satin as she pulled Manny toward her and ran her tongue over his kneecap and up his left thigh and finally licked his sack and grabbed his cock and kissed it and cuddled it against her cheek then buried it in her throat, and Manny jumped a little at her ferociousness but soon got used to it, pretending to close his eyes while she sucked on him and rubbedaway at her cunt, moaning and grunting, but Manny was watching the men around him through squinted eyes and was overtaken with excitement and started shaking and heard the moans of the other men as Satin bent over in front of Manny and screamed fuck me, Cap’m, and he did just that while the men cheered and hollered and whooped and drank and smoked and pumped, the noise building into a frenzy of voices and grunts and yells that swirled above their heads and shook the sails of the Loveboat and flew above the city in a swarm of obscenities and primal moans crashing against the sides of houses and buildings and waking the people asleep within who thought it was a dream, and children hid their heads beneath their bedclothes and whimpered while wives shook their husbands and they turned on their clock radios or clicked their television remotes, but no mention was made of the event by the media so the wakened sleepers assured their wives and children that it was nothing unusual and tucked them back into bed and kissed them on their foreheads and shut off their televisions and their radios and all the lights in the house and went back to sleep while the spent men behind the Loveboat let out rushes of pent-up breath and zipped up their pants and stumbled into cars, onto motorcycles, and out onto the sidewalk, shaking their heads or whispering that fuckin maniac Torres.

    Manny slid the key into the deadbolt and turned it slowly enough not to wake his kids or his wife. He was still trembling. He closed the door behind him and removed his shoes. A bath is exactly what I need right now. Even though it’s past three in the morning and I have to get up for work in two-and-a-half hours, I need to sit in the tub and let my bones rest and my muscles relax. He stepped into the bathroom and shut the door. Since the master bedroom was at the very end of the hall and the kids’ room was between it and the bathroom, Manny figured Stella would not wake to the sound of running water. But if she does, will she notice I’m still shaking? He looked in the mirror. What the hell was I thinking fucking that girl back there? Who knows where she’s been? He grimaced at his reflection, then turned the bathtub faucet to the hottest setting and sat atop the toilet